The tale of Echo the Invincible.

Echo listens to the explanation of the Sands of the Wind country and smiles briefly, he finds the words accurate just by looking around, the billowing winds especially call out to him.

He smirks at the thought...he is the Wind, strong as a hurricane, unstoppable as a tornado...and free as a breeze of the summer.

He notes the fire is dimming and aims his left index finger downwards a gust of wind created from his chakra billowing towards it the flames gradually rising with the created wind the golden bracelet he found being noticeable, a nice little trinket that has some fuin seals written on it....course he has no idea what it does.

His train of thought is stopped cold at the mention of the name Uchiha, and that Azaiyo just HAD to bring up his eyes....The Leaf Sannin directs a flash of killing intent towards the Sands Sannin his mouth formed into a grimace..a simple wordless message...'Do not question it further...'

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"He smirks at the thought...he is the Wind, strong as a hurricane, unstoppable as a tornado...and free as a breeze of the summer."


[Sorry, this topic is epic and when reading this I couldn't resist. XD]

[Damn straight son >w> XDDD]

Azaiyo would watch as the Sannin of the Leaf seemed to not appreciate the question. "I tried to make the question as politely as I could Echo, a simple 'no' is okay to me." Azaiyo chuckled as he would begin to see a gust of wind form, moving smoothly outwards. It would get bigger as Azaiyo would quickly put himself out of its range, noting that he just didn't want to be harmed from it in any way. Azaiyo could see the loads of sand being swept off of the ground as if Echo were to be hunting something down. This Uchiha sure had made Azaiyo silent as Azaiyo had thought of moving on, but would allow Echo to make the choice for himself, for the Sannin of the Hidden Sand could've always chosen to vanish back to the village with the Flying Thunder God at any given moment. "You know, you seem to be very strong Echo, and you know a lot about society. As heroes of our nation, we should form a team. What do you say?" Azaiyo would fall back to his moment of silence as he strangely enjoyed it, awaiting a response.

He watches the Sand Sannin retreat further back with a quirked eyebrow, chuckling after a moment, the nervousness is natural....having someone sitting in front of you that has 40 ways to kill you with a pimento is a nerve wracking thing.

As he simply strengthens the fire that provides him with light..not blowing gusts of sand away with a light breeze, he hears the boy's musings and he answers with a simple "Nah" as if the boy just asked him if he wanted to go play a game of tag...not create a team that could possibly change the world...the casual dismissal and grin as Echo takes another slice from his meal...well...it's a strange thing.

Azaiyo would watch over the technique once more as it would grow. Azaiyo would have himself positioned out of its range, although he indeed like watching it. Azaiyo would grin as he felt it was time to reveal his uniqueness to the world. "Interesting." Azaiyo would respond to Echo's denial over building a team, "However, there was more than one message being sent with that statement. I also ask for your friendship and trust. You may be under your own system, but having more people by your side is definitely a good path to go through. Consider me as your brother from the sand." Azaiyo would continue to watch the gust of wind blow away small chunks of sand. Azaiyo thought to himself, looking upon the village, as maybe this might have to be his new home someday, where he will rest at the time of war, where he will make plans, where he will proclaim his words, wishes, and dreams. "So tell me, when heroes die for the sake of their people, do they sear into the flames of hell, or ascend into Heaven with their pure souls?" Azaiyo would hold off telling Echo about his 'signature name', a technique he was known for, and defeating hundreds with.

"No one is pure" He answers with a clear tone of voice as he yawns "There is no heaven for us, the Nirvana we make is our own...the Will of Fire that we pass to the others...If you seek rewards go work for some civilian shop." He says knowing full well what is in store for those who seek heaven in some afterlife that may not even exist..You make heaven for other people...that's the job of a Hero...a Shinobi's job is to defend his country...but what is a Hero..?

Echo muses on this for a moment his rabbit picked to the bone at this point, forming a Rasengan in his right hand he presses it against the fire pit grinding the bones to powder which blend into the sand seamlessly...he bows his head for a moment thanking the rabbit for it's sacrifice...and the fact that it was incredibly delicious..

The Sannin of the Sand would sigh as it seemed his word wasn't getting across very well to the Uchiha. "I can see you enjoyed that rabbit. May God bless its soul." Azaiyo commented, "Heaven is your own world, the world heroes live in once they proclaim their world and die for others' freedom." Azaiyo would pause for a moment as he would point to the completely skinned rabbit, now blending in with the sand. "You see that rabbit there. That rabbit died for you, which makes it a hero. It is shameful to refer to one as having to go to hell to give his or her people freedom. Everyone has a resting spot, and it is definitely not a place where they become slaves, and burn from the depths of the underworld while they work. You have taught me a valuable lesson Echo, but we cannot judge things for ourselves until we actually see it before our very eyes. That is one of the reasons why hope exists. Of course, you got me at the word 'pure'. It is true nobody can be pure, but everyone should be able to roam free in the end, in the afterlife. Everyone will discover the brightness in their paths once they die, and develop on it. That is my theory." With this, Azaiyo would reveal something that he has never told anyone before. "Have you ever heard of the Flying Thunder God?" Azaiyo would ask.

"That ain't your theory boy...that's what you hope, and yeah I know of it" He says a sigh escaping him, if it turns out this kid knows one of Konoha's legendary jutsu he's gonna up punching a mountain.

The seals of the Flying Thunder God are an intricate work of sealing art, one would have to be either extremely stupid and see something so simple no one else could, or be a genius and crack the code himself.

Course, he has several counter measures to that technique, all involving simple taijutsu..the Technique that brought down two-hundred ninja...can not bring down Echo Uchiha.

He smirks slightly at the thought, his power surpassing that of the legendary Yellow Flash of Konoha...then again...there is a reason they call him Echo the Invincible.

He pretty much ignores the Sand Sannin's strange declaration, the boy seems quiet eccentric and is much to obsessed with his ideals, Echo has something to do and can't be bothered with religious debates, Konoha ninja believe in the 'Will of Fire' they don't buy into other religions and prefer doing things themselves after all an old Shinobi saying is; 'Destiny’s a bitch, the Fates are drunk - if you want to be shinobi believe in Lady Luck' after all, if Destiny is really set in stone a good Shinobi can shatter it whether by fists or Jutsu..

Azaiyo would grin as he would continue to hear what seemed to be debates from the Sannin of the Leaf. "My hopes are my theories." Azaiyo stated. The Sannin of the Sand would demonstrate it as he would place a seal upon the very area he was positioned, twenty meters to the left of Echo Uchiha. "The Flying Thunder God versus the ultimate Echo Uchiha, what a match that'll be, huh Echo?" Azaiyo smiled as he would prepare for his conclusion. Azaiyo would stretch himself out while standing before marking his departure. "Well, Echo, it was really nice meeting you. I hope to see you in the future as your skills could come in handy." Azaiyo commented as he would vanish in thin air, using the Flying Thunder God on a different seal than the one just previously placed, a relocating technique it would be as a tactic like this would not drain Azaiyo's chakra. As Azaiyo's body disappeared, a note would drop on the sand notifying Echo that the Deputy Kazekage wishes to spar with him someday.

[EXIT]